Yesterday was day 2 of not smoking.
I found the morning routine was getting a bit easier, but only when armed with the celery sticks and water. Seeing how they aren't the worst things in the world to be using as a crutch, I am going with it.
The extra bitchy comes and goes, depending on the accompanying external stress. I can feel when it is coming on, and have learned to just breathe through it.
I kept away from the computer on Day 1. I didn't want to make things harder than they had to be. For me, I find that sitting down to the computer to let off some steam playing games, is a smoking trigger. So I didn't do it.
Day 2 I took the plunge. I went in to a hangout. It was like a Jimmy Buffet song. I had smokers to my left, and smokers to my right.
We had fun with it, I had people blow smoke at me and pretended to sniff & savor. Truth is, I made the jokes, but after the initial "hey they are smoking and I can't" thought, the feeling went away.
The rest of the night was uneventful as I just kept busy and didn't think about it.
If they aren't here, I won't smoke, simple as. I am not going to die because I can't have one, I couldn't say that a month ago, I can now. A journey of a thousand miles is made up of millions of steps. Oh, and it doesn't hurt to have supportive friends and family.
Two steps down, millions more to go.
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